It doesn't matter how much noise we made,
nor does it matter how much laughter we broke out into.
The reason for a fun, enjoyable day, was the presence of vice versa.
That's what really matters.
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I've lived past the worst mental torture.
My mind's all worn out,
haven't the strength no longer.
Tears bring about wearisome eyes,
not a very nice feeling either.
Apologies are made clear,
apologies seemingly unaccepted.
Contradictory-
Without apologies, scoldings and demands for one.
When apologies are made without hesitation, without anyone to direct, I get no reply.
Sometimes, there isn't an option.
Or maybe, there are two options and both are the answers.
It's just, I'll never get the right answer.
So this is dumb. Real dumb.
I've done my part.
I've created the mess, I've tried to clear it.
A broken heart takes time to mend.
I've done my part in igniting the healing process.
It's a matter of you, to accept my apologies, lay back and recuperate.
Sorry.
Can't stand myself sometimes.
I seem like a
fcking suckup.
great great. Who asked myself to let my fiery temper get to the better of me.
Today was just a really horrid day.
Never so horrid,
honest, compared to 24thJuly, this is a good day.
Compared to 12th Oct, this is a good day.
Compared to the days, I wait for replies, this is a good day.
Those days, are
hopefully, over.
I seem to be on a different topic now, great divert.
Monday monday, go away.
Come again another day.
Dread.
DANCED- 12:18 AM